The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-06-25

hickory trees, tuned their wierd pipes.
 The river being so low that the boats could not run, Nose was com to haul a wagon load of flour from small town in an adjoin- ing state to the neighborhood in which he lived. It would require several days to make the trip, and the idea of such a journey gave great anxiety to little Diser.
 q will bring you great big doll," said Nose.
 "Will you?" clapping her hands.
 "Yes, a great big one"
 "An' not made outen rags, either?"
 "No; made outen-outen-blas me if I know what they air made outen, honey, but 1 know they ain't made outen rags. I won't be gone but fo' days, an then, my gracious, what a doll-whoopee-what doll"
 The buying of whole wagon load of flour was a mammoth transaction in which Nose felt keen pride, and he stood about the door of the ware house giving himself the airs of great speculator; but his greatest pleasure was experienced when he purchased Diser's doll.
 "Jest wrap that up keerful as you ken an put it in some sort O box" he said to the storekeeper.
 "For your little girl, I reckon" the tradesman remarked.
 GIXnn hit # conor e; x,o,, I, :4 perfectly squar. "You've hearn O angels, reckon"
 "Oh, yes"
 "Wall, she's one, whether thar ever wuZ any other UT not. She found me one O the meanest an sininest men in the world, but eff she hain't come mighty nigh maxim sort O saint outen me I'll be slathered and slam- med"
 "You love her good deal, no doubt" said the tradesman, putting the doll into box.
 "Look here," said Nose, "ef you didn't peer to be putty good sort O feller I'd pull out your nose long enough to tie in knot for sayin' that 1 love her a good deal. Wy, sir, it's all can do to keep from drappin' down on my knees an' worshipin' her."
 "Got any boys?"
 "No, an don't want none. All I want is little Diser"
 "That her name?"
 "Yes."
 Sort of a curious name, ain't it?"
 "Wall, yes, I reckon it is to any body that ain't used to it. To tell you the truth, wanted boy so bad that when she wuz born named her Diser- ointment. Arter fell in love with her-an' that want until she was a good big gall wanted to change it, but she tuck on so that lowed that I'd better let it stay jest as it wuz. Wall, it'sabout time was startin' out. fur unless the river has rig sence left, some folks is hankerin' powerful fur flour by this time."
 When within about ten miles of home, Nose stopped at a cross roads store to get drink of water. The sun had just gone down behind the distant bluffs on the river. When he stepped into the store a loud shout greeted him, and Andy Horn, Sam Stoveall and the blacksmith pressed forward and congratulated him upon the success of his great journey.
 "Tell us all about it, Nose, said the blacksmith"
 "I would, boys; I'd tell you ever'- thing, but the fack is Pm putty nigh dead to git home. Wy, it peers like l ain't seed Diser am my wife sence the drouth. You jest oughter see a doll that I've fotched that chile"
 Wall, fetch it in an let us see it,' said Andy Horn.
 "No, not now. wouldn't unwrap it fur pay. I want Diser to see whut good keer Eve tuck O it. Any O you been out my way lately?"
 "No, bleeve not" Sam Stoveall re- piled. "Everybody is been busy maxim cross-ties fur the railroad that they say is comin' through here sum- mers."
 "Wall, then, fellers, must shove on. Good evenin'."
 He did not deliver the flour, but hurried home, musing that he would go over to the store after he had wit messed Diser's joy upon beholding the doll.
 "Helloa, what's this hoss doin' tied here?" he said when he drove up to the gate. Without waiting to un- hitch his horses he seized the box con- taining the doll and hurried to the house. His wife met him with sob, and before he could recover from his as- tonishment, the neighborhood physi- clan stepped forward and said:
 MT. Spencer, there is no hope for your beautiful little girl. She is dy- ing"
 My God Dock, you don't mean" He caught sight of the child lying on a he'd in corner 0f the room and